Like many events in my life, I had pictured it much differently. I thought I’d see the Phillies win it all somewhere in Philadelphia surrounded by red and white-clad die hards. Instead it was Chris, a Canadian, and I in an empty bar in Germany.

Unless we can con some bar into staying upon until 6 a.m. it is very unlikely we will be able to watch the Phillies take on the Tampa Bay Rays in the World Series. Something awfully tough for me, as I’ve posted before. We are resigned to something a little less exciting to check the score. Below has become our morning routine ever since the Phillies made the NLCS.